For the longest time,

I didn’t know my passion.

Abstract paintings seemed meaningless,

Music felt empty without lyrics,

Photography was never a calling,

Dance looked like an exercise,

And philosophy was a waste.

Even thoughts came in words.

I thought my life was monotonous.

Little did I know,

The lake of passions was bottomless.

I wrote down my monotonous words,

And made them into poems.

Who knew these simple words,

Could reflect all my emotions.